The Chronomicon is real
Reality is not
Reality is not
So, are you sure you want me to tell you? It’s not a pretty tale, but if you’re buying the drinks then I’m your huckleberry. I guess the first thing that I did was check-in at a motel with no name. It just had an old sign that said, “Motel,” and one of those…
A dude clad in a black t-shirt and jeans defies gravity, swan-diving into the moshpit. His body slices through the air, a human comet hurtling toward the chaos below. The crowd, a seething mass of energy, parts like the Red Sea, creating a temporary void for his descent. And then, impact. The crowd swallows him…
“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.“ Aldous Huxley